Seasons change

It's been beautiful in Portland. Last night was the perfect night to sit out and watch the sun set, catch up with friends and enjoy summer's last few waning days. But in the back of my mind, crystal clear, is the fact that soon, the mornings will smell like Autumn. The leaves will start to change then begin their descent.

It's going to rain soon.

We get tons of rain here. I am just as affected by the dreary, grey weather as the next guy. But I get a kind of sick satisfaction when the weather turns cool, the rains come and there are, finally, puddles everywhere.

I can't imagine my world in a place without the extremes of the seasons that we see in the Pacific Northwest. Warm summer days, crisp autumn evenings, snow in the winter and some of the most beautiful colors on the planet in the spring.

Next year I will not see the spring bloom at the park, my view will be of elsewhere. There is a choice to be made and a new path to travel. Yet change is good and I spend most of my days rolling with things, allowing life to lead me steadily forward. I wonder what today will bring?

Where did I put my boots...?